My heart swelled with pride as I gazed at my wife. She was a wonder to me in so many ways. Her confidence, her loyalty towards her soulmate, and her unshakable faith in the bond few treated as a gift in our community, were commendable. However, what drew me to her was her willingness to fight for her mate and her resolve to wait for him to return to her side, no matter how long it took. And not for the first time, I internally ridiculed my brother for being a fool. And for the umpteenth time, I prayed to the Moon Goddess for him to remain a fool to his last breath. “She’s ours now! Even if he regrets his rejection, we won’t let him take her back!” Malko growled in the back of my mind with the possessiveness of a mate. I sighed dejectedly and reminded him. “That decision isn’t ours to make. Saira already hates me for forcing a Bonding Mark on her. I won’t take a risk that’ll make her loath my very existence.” Though not as strong as the marking between soulmates and chosen mates, a
“You can let go.” My words were for the Lycan, as I glowered at the old men. As I expected, they were nothing good. Thankfully, we left the hall and I didn’t need to see their faces anymore. Otherwise, I might’ve just cursed them to their face. “Sorry. Are you okay?” Idris Raed asked worriedly as he released my hand and scanned my face. “I’m still alive.” I sighed. The scene in the Meeting Hall had me rattled. Einas Raed didn’t only reject me, but he also painted me as a desperate woman in front of his clan members. His actions were disappointing, to say the least. I could tell he had intended to use public pressure to make me accept his rejection. Now, more than ever, I was determined to make him fall for me. To make him taste the pain of rejection, before accepting him as my soulmate again. “Do you have a library in your mansion?” I asked Idris Raed as we strolled out of the palace through a back door into a tropical garden. “I do. Do you want me to give you a tour?” The Lycan
I looked at the empty bowl in my hand and lamented dejectedly. “Nanny Zoy said the path to a person’s heart is through their stomach. It’s been a week, and yet, Saira still doesn’t like me.” “I think that old woman is playing with us. Idris, think of another way. Don’t girls like jewelry? Buy Saira the most expensive jewels, then she might fall for you.” Malko excitedly suggested. “You forget, Mal. My girl is the only daughter of Malivik Usan. She must’ve seen more jewels than we can imagine.” I dumped the bowl in the sink and headed to my office to get some paperwork done. As the Lycan Heir of the Pacific Sea, I had to look after the clan business. We owned a giant enterprise, the Raed Enterprise, involved in fishery, natural oil, and salt production. Of course, we also had a little hand in pearl collection, ship building and boats. However, the main source of our income came from the fresh fish we shipped to other countries, and the oil and salt we produced from the ocean. It’s a
I hated winters. It made it more difficult to wake up and keep the drowsiness away in the mornings. Knowing Saira Malivik would be taking part in the training today, I groaned, yanked my blanket to the side, and stumbled into the bathroom. By now, I’ve already realized it wouldn’t be easy to get my rejected mate out of my life. But I didn’t want her. And for Caira, I planned to trample on her self-esteem until she backed away from the Squad on her own. After a quick shower, I brushed my teeth and slipped on a sweatshirt and pants. I didn’t have time to dry my hair. The morning chill in the room caused me to towel dry it and grab a sweat coat, before going downstairs to get something to eat. Currently, only my mother and I resided in the Commander’s mansion. I didn’t want to walk on my father’s footsteps even by mistake. Therefore, even though we were close, I refrained from crossing the line with Caira. She would only start living with us when she officially and legally became my
I thought about it really hard. Why the hell was I going through so many twists and turns to win back that bastard, Einas Raed? As my soulmate, he should’ve accepted me. That’s the way it should’ve been from the first day. But not only did this bastard not accept me, but he also didn’t leave any chance to insult me at every meeting. I was angry, I was miffed. But most of all, the frustration of my situation was eating at my control, giving Zaria more access to my mind, and more chances to influence my emotions. Yes, it was important to win back my mate. However, wasn’t it up to me on how I won him? Therefore, after seeing this clause in the section of the Warrior Training Squad regulations, my heart pounded. An idea took form in my mind. And to implement this idea, I intentionally got here late this morning. My plan was simple. Beat the shit out of the bastard and vent all my emotions from the past month, while getting in some physical contact that would rekindle the spark of ou
“Vile creature of Sin, when will you croak?” That’s what they called me. The only question they ever asked me ever since I could remember. And I remember a lot. From the moment I entered this world, I knew I was different. How? I wasn’t born normal. I came out of my mother’s womb in the form of a beast with red eyes and red-blue fur. I was covered in blood, but my fur wasn’t slick with the liquid. No. It stood up like the spikes of a porcupine, and drained every last drop of blood my mother shed to give birth to me. As if that wasn’t enough, I even grabbed my umbilical cord and ate it before the eyes of the midwife. Obviously, she didn’t live to see the next sunrise to tell the tale. My father strangled her to death before she could scream in horror. From then, I was called ‘Vile Creature of Sin.’ My mother grabbed me by the neck and dragged my father and two siblings to the mass grave to bury me alive. I somehow knew their intention. Their disgust and revulsion washed ov
One second, she was seducing me with her ragged breathing. The next, she was croaking like a fish on dry land. I rested my chin on the shoulder of the woman beneath me, awfully aware of every part where our bodies touched, every beat our hearts shared, without meaning to. “Have you had enough?” I whispered, hoping she hadn’t noticed the catch in my breath. Her fresh rainwater and evergreen scent was bewildering. Every second I spent on top of her, I was finding it hard not to take her there and then. “Einas, mark her! She’s our mate!” My horny wolf pushed me with agitation, more than desperate to rip her clothes and cover her in his scent. “Fuck off, Jalal! She’s Idris’s wife!” Completely put off by the fact he was pushing me to not only betray Idris, but Caira as well, I snarled at him and cut off the link between us. Then I focused my attention back on the she-wolf. She hadn’t answered my question yet, so I raised my head to look in her eyes and found her pale as a corpse. Pani
I stiffened at the sound of her voice and turned my head, narrowing my eyes on her. The female who gave birth to me. “My wife is not weak. Stubborn, yes. But not weak.” I retorted in a flat tone. Nazia Owaib frowned, her face frosting in displeasure. “Idris, I’m your mother. Watch yourself when you talk to me.” She ordered. “Heh.” I sneered coldly and ignored her, turning my focus back to my wife. She called herself my mother, but I never felt any motherly affection from her. This woman focused all her attention and energy on competing with the mistress of her husband, Eira Haris. There was a time where I once pitied her, hated Einas’s mother as much as she did. I blamed the mother and son for the rift in my parents’ relationship, the coldness and indifference with which the Lycan Leader treated my mother. However, that was a long time ago. A time when I still had hope of seeing the Lycan Leader and his Luna happy together. Of them finally acknowledging my presence and giving me